I may not be into leather daddies and bears but you can be sure that I’ll crawl out to any event to support the subculture. Last night saw International Ms. Leather take over the rooftop at The Eagle for Leather & Lace. Throwing a black harness on over my white collared shirt I was sure of what was to follow as I’ve attended a few leather (and piss pig) events there prior. A special note should be taken when talking about the community. On the surface, many involved in the leather and bear culture are usually weary of outsiders but all of this normally leads up to them welcoming you with open arms.
Arriving early to take a peak at what this event had in store proved interesting with a silent auction taking place that involved restored leather boots, gimp masks, and a fabulous pink leather vest that tempted me throughout the night. On hand were the lovely and friendly women of Bootblack who were all very eager to professionally renew those tattered worn-out boots on anyone. Speaking with one of the women briefly we discussed her hometown of Baltimore and John Waters, naturally. We were informed that different areas of the country use different methods in shining and restoring leather goods and this lady went all the way by even removing the laces. Talk about a thorough job.
Even the males came out to support the group as they sported ass-less chaps or no chaps at all. A very outspoken gentleman approached everyone on the roof to buy raffle tickets with the proceeds going to charity. (A blowjob in public never felt like it was for the common good until tonight according to some of the attendees.) After buying a ticket I was offered a quick medical examination of my groin. I declined shyly while a stranger gawked at my silver boots. Pudding shots, although odd sounding at first, were sucked out of people’s mouths whenever one was sold between the shot boy or lady and the buyer.
One by one, men and women took turns getting their leather goods repaired for the greater good. Even the 2012 Int’l Ms. Leather, Synn, hopped into the chair to receive a good boot licking. (I’m not kidding.) Talk about a shrimp job. Such a tease!